When I was a kid we'd stay at Lake San Cristobal for two weeks every summer.

Eventually, my dad bought two crapped out dirt bikes (Suzuki 80 Hillbilly's) for a hundred bucks from the owner of the Golconda Resort. We rebuilt them together and they made the next few trips with us.

One year, a buddy of mine came along and we rode to the Packer Massacre site, just a short distance from the lake, at midnight. Have to say, it was eerie.

Rode those little two-strokes all over the area, stopping to adjust the carbs the higher we went...as I recall.